those nights, when the full moon stood in
the night sky,
waiting for destiny to pilot.
the stars which I once harkened
are the glory of men, encompassed the moon like an army of soldiers.
father and I sat on plastic chairs his were always in twofold
we both wallowed in the natural brightness of the full moonlight
I confabulated with him after telling me
to give him distance the
mainstream smoke engendered from Rothmans cigarettes were
deleterious to my health, he said and there I was reminiscing
him of the dangers of smoking, but all he ever said before inhaling another
mainstream smoke was, "how many people do you know
that died of cigarette?" Yet, spending time with father during
moonlight were the best moments during those years Yes, they were
before destiny again, piloted him home.
